Don't Worry

When Liam and Sierra meet on their flight to London, both cannot deny their immediate attraction. Liam has just suffered a nasty breakup with Danielle & seeks refuge in Sierra. However, will Sierra's dark past make it impossible for her to love?

Liam/OFC, Larry Stylinson, Niall/OFC, Zayn/well, Zayn's in the shit.


14. Chapter Fourteen


Lea’s POV

I could see how much this boy meant to Sierra. The whole first day of uni she was all distant worrying about how he would react to her suddenly being in the press. I decided to take things into my own hands and talk to him myself. It wasn’t that hard to find them, you’d be surprised the things a fangirl will do to meet her idol. After uni, I took my directions and got a taxi to what I thought was his apartment. You can imagine my surprise when Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson opened the door.

                ‘Er, not now love. We’re kind of in the middle of something’ Louis dismissed me. He had half a carrot in his mouth and he looked like he’d just gotten out of bed. He went to shut the door and I put my hand on it, stopping him.

                ‘I’m here to talk to Liam about Sierra. Is he here?’ I asked. Harry raised an eyebrow and stormed back inside. Lou looked after him and sighed. He stepped out of the house and shut the door behind him.

                ‘What do you want to talk to him about? I can pass on a message if you’d like.’ Louis chewed on his carrot while he spoke.

                ‘I need to know that he’s not just going to abandon her now that she’s public. She doesn’t need that crap, not from anyone let alone a famous member of a boyband. You know your fans will tear her apart if he bails on her now.’ I snapped.

                ‘Look, Liam’s not like that. If anything, it’s a relief when our girlfriends go public. It means we don’t have to hide anything anymore, and we hate hiding stuff from our fans. Sierra’s a lovely girl and Liam’s going through a hard time. They’re good for each other.’ he reasoned, still munching on that irritating piece of carrot. I took a deep breath. This guy knew Liam better than I did, obviously. I’d have to take his word for it.

                ‘So if they’re so good together, then I need your help.’ I declared.

                ‘I was hoping you’d say that love.’ he grinned and pulled me inside.




Sierra’s POV

I’d turned into a sort of celebrity overnight.

And to put it mildly, I was freaking terrified.
However, despite some of the hate I’d been getting on Twitter, the majority of the fans were quite lovely to me. And, in the politest way possible, their opinion didn’t really have any effect on my feelings for Liam. The way he made me felt would make me do anything to stay with him. I hated to admit it, but as much as he needed me, I was starting to need him too. I chewed on my pen, lounging around in my apartment trying to focus on one of my assignments. My long hair fell around my face in its natural waves from under the grey beanie on top of my head.

I’d been at uni for one short day and I already had homework, I sighed. Liam had dropped me home at my request after our impromptu twitcam. I’d been reluctant to leave him, I always seemed to want more of him. To be honest, he’d been the same. The thought of him wanting me as much as I wanted him made my skin tingle. I shook my head to clear my thoughts of Liam and started to focus on the assignment at hand. I had to write a song based on someone. My thoughts instantly went to Liam again. I laughed at how distracted I was getting. Liam could be a good song to write, I thought to myself. Then I decided against it, I’d only known the guy for a week. My thoughts shifted, this time to Nigel. Nigel had abused me in so many ways, my resilience against this man had shaped who I was. I was certain I could draw from my negative experience and create a hell of a song out of it. I put my head down and got to work, ignoring the occasional Twitter notification blaring from my phone. A few hours later and I had my end result.


Seven years old with my back to the door

All I could hear was the family war

Your selfish hands always expecting more

Am I your child, or just a charity cause


You have a hollowed out heart

But it's heavy in your chest

I try so hard to fight it

But it's hopeless


You're hopeless


Oh Patrigno,

Please Patrigno

I'd love to leave you alone

But you won’t let us go


Oh Patrigno

Please Patrigno

Put the bottle down

For the love of a daughter


Don't understand how

I'm your daughter now

How could you knock me

Right to the ground

Put your hands on the ones

That you swore you loved


Don’t understand how

My father’s gone now

How could you disappear

Right out of this world


So young when the pain had begun

Now forever afraid of being loved


Oh father

Please father

I'd love make you proud

But I can't let you go


Oh Patrigno

Please Patrigno,

Put the bottle down

For the love of a daughter

 (Demi Lovato’s ‘For the Love of a Daughter’ adapted to fit Sierra’s situation).


I finished the song and tried singing it a few times. Writing about the experience was one thing, but singing it was so beyond hard. My voice kept hitching and tears pooled in my eyes. I had to do this though. I had to sing it. I sat back down on the bed and took a few seconds to breathe it in. Then I stood up and closed my eyes and sung it, clearly, without screwing it up. When I opened my eyes, Lea and Liam were standing in front of me in my room, their eyes wide and mouths hanging open, the perfect look of surprise on their face. When I registered that they were really there, my face matched theirs.

                ‘Uh, what are you two doing here?’ I mumbled. Shit! How long had they been there? Had they heard the whole song? Did they understand what it was about?

                ‘What in the actual fuck was that!’ Lea shrieked before rushing over to me and tackling me onto the bed in a hug. ‘You said you liked to sing, NOT that you were phenomenal!’

                ‘Did you write that?’ Liam asked quietly. He already knew I liked to sing.

                ‘Um, thanks?’ I accepted Lea’s compliment uneasily. She sat up on my bed. ‘And yes, I did write that.’ I replied to Liam, too embarrassed to look at him.

                ‘Is that the song you wrote for class tomorrow?’ she asked. I peeked out at Liam from under my hair. His face was unreadable. Oh God, I thought to myself, he hated it.

                ‘I think so. I mean, it’s quite er, personal. I’m not sure I’m comfortable sharing it.’ I replied, my cheeks redder than ever.

                ‘So, what was it about then?’ she pushed.

                ‘It’s hard to explain.’ I trailed off. Lea shoved me off the bed and when I tried to climb back up she pushed me over again. Liam was still hovering by the door, silently.

                ‘I’ll keep pushing until I get an answer!’ she sang in a silly kids voice.

                ‘Fine!’ I snapped. Lea looked at me expectantly as I warily resumed my spot on the bed. I took a deep breath and looked at her square in the eyes. I refused to look at Liam.

                ‘When I was bout seven years old my mother remarried a rich guy called Nigel Ugluabano. He was handsome I guess, and treated my mother right so I was okay with it until the abuse started.

                                ‘The first time he hit her it was because I’d gotten a B+ on my report card and he told her that she wasn’t pushing me enough to become a high achiever like him. The second time was because she wore a blue dress and he hated the colour blue. The reasons were insignificant. All that mattered was that this man started on my mum and if I put a single toe out of line, I’d get it to.’

                ‘He’d go out and spend all of my mother’s pay on alcohol, then use his money to pay for the bills. The nights he was drinking were the worst. He’d gamble all of her money and when he didn’t make a cent back he’d come home and kick me around, declaring that it was my fault and that I was a bad luck charm and I was the reason my real dad died.

                ‘He told my mother that if she ever left him he’d find her and kill me in front of her. We both knew he had the money and resources to do it. Eventually after about a decade of abuse I called the police and they sentenced him to three years.’ I stared straight at Lea as I spoke. I looked down at my fists, the skin pulled white across my knuckles. Lea’s face turned cold and stony. She pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear. A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. I snuck another glance at Liam. His face was contorted in horror, his beautiful brown eyes looking distressed.

                ‘The bastard’s gone now. And you can write killer songs about him.’ she patted me on the back and I wiped away the tear. That was the kind of comfort I liked, quick and reasonable, none of that stupid ‘I’m so sorry’ shit. I grinned at her.  Liam came over the bed and put an arm around my shoulder and said nothing. For that I was grateful. I didn’t think I could hold myself together if he said anything.

                ‘Have you written your song yet?’ I asked, switching the spotlight off me.

                ‘Nah, I’ll come up with some bogus stuff tonight. It’ll be nothing on yours.’ she smiled.  ‘Anyway, get dressed. We’re going out.’ she threw a bag at me with a dress in it and I noticed for the first time that she was wearing make up and a dress. Liam smiled. He too was all dressed up looking gorgeous. He was wearing his typical plaid shirt, but with a sexy dark grey blazer over top. He wore dark jeans, and looked absolutely amazing.           

                ‘Where are we going?’ I asked Liam warily. I knew how Lea was.

                ‘Surprise’ Lea answered for him with a  cheeky grin. I groaned, surprise as I feared.

                ‘I’ll be out soon.’ I surrendered and with that I walked into the bathroom to get dressed.

I pulled the dress out of the bag, and gasped. It was a peachy pink colour, strapless with a high low hem. It was the dress I’d shown Lea when we went shopping the other day but that I said I had no reason to buy. It fit me perfectly. I had to grin at her sneakyness. I was amazed that she remembered it, let alone got it for me to wear to the ‘surprise’. I quickly applied my makeup and left my hair down and wavy, fluffing it up to fix the hat hair I’d gotten from wearing the beanie. I pulled my heels on and was ready to go. I walked out into the lounge area of my apartment nervously.

                ‘I’m ready to go'

Authors notes: Patrigno is stepfather in Italian, which Sierra is :) 

(Sierra's studying outfit:

Sierra and Lea's date night outfits:

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